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LOGAN

The evening had been unfolding smoothly, as I lounged in my study, a glass of aged bourbon warming my hand.

The scent of leather-bound books mixed with the faint smokiness of the drink, creating an ambiance of solitude I had come to appreciate.

The distant murmur of the household staff preparing for the night's event barely registered as I allowed myself a rare moment of relaxation.

The shrill ring of my cell phone shattered the tranquility, its abruptness sending a jolt through me. I set the glass down on the mahogany desk, the clink echoing in the stillness, and reached for the device.

The screen displayed an unfamiliar number. A prank call, perhaps? Or another misguided attempt from the media to dig into my personal affairs? With a resigned sigh, I accepted the call, bringing the phone to my ear.

"Logan Black speaking," I announced, my tone edged with impatience.

"Mr. Black, this is paramedic James Thornton from Mercy General Hospital. Do you know a Mr. Tarantino Black?"

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  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   63

    ISABELLA I pressed my forehead against the cold windowpane, watching the glittering city blur past in restless streaks of gold and red like molten metal smeared carelessly across glass. The quiet hum of the engine beneath me should have been calming, like a lullaby after the worst night of my life. But all it did was remind me I was trapped. In this car, in this life and in this goddamn mess I didn’t sign up for.I sat in the farthest corner of the backseat, my knees curled in and arms wrapped around them because even breathing in the same confined space as Logan Black felt like swallowing glass.He was up front, barking into his phone like the world owed him obedience and immediate answers."Why the fuck was he released?" His voice was a jagged snap sharp enough to cut through the low rumble of tires against asphalt. "I gave you clear instructions. He was supposed to stay in holding until I got there. Who signed off on it?"I didn’t even have the energy to scoff at his dramatics

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   62

    ISABELLA The music was suffocating.It boomed in my ears, thick with bass, warped, merciless, each beat pounding into my head like it was trying to split me open from the inside out.My chest was heaving, rising and falling in frantic, uncontrolled gasps, but the air was scented with smoke and cheap perfume, and the cloying sweetness of spilled champagne congealed on cold marble floors.It stuck to my throat, tightened around it like invisible hands, and the only thing I could think, the only thing I could do was that I had to escape.Get. Out.My heels scuffed against polished stone as I shoved past people. Their faces blurred, painted mouths curled in laughter, glazed eyes glittering under chandeliers.Their voices were little more than background noise now, a hundred meaningless syllables slurring together.“Isabella—”Someone’s hand brushed my shoulder a mistake they’d regret because I snapped around like I’d been scorched.“Don’t touch me,” I bit out. My voice barely sounded lik

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   61

    ISABELLA The lights dimmed just enough to draw the crowd's attention. The murmurs and low chatter faded into a sudden, almost reverent quiet.The slideshow on the screen transitioned smoothly into the next frame: an image of a luxurious yet warm dining space, elegant and inviting, bursting with life and culture.It was a vision, a dream that somehow, in this very moment, felt real.A restaurant not just for the privileged few but for anyone who longed for a taste of something more, something that embraced everyone. The crowd around us stirred, nodding and whispering, expressions of interest beginning to form.I could feel the weight of their gazes, a mix of curiosity and expectation. Logan’s hand was a heavy, grounding presence at my lower back, his touch reassuring, but it didn't stop the nervous tremor crawling up my spine.The whispers about my restaurant, my dream was becoming a reality, and I couldn’t decide if I was proud or suffocating.I glanced up at Logan, trying to find so

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   60

    ISABELLA "So about the new restaurant," the man drawled, swirling his drink like he needed a prop to steady himself. His gaze raked over me, not like I was a person, but like I was a damn billboard, he wasn’t interested in reading. "I was just saying if it’s anything like your pitch... might wanna stick to being a pretty face."Laughter thin, brittle, and cruel.I clenched my fingers so tightly I was almost disappointed my fingers didn't dig deep in my palm. That would’ve been dramatic. Memorable. Maybe it would’ve made them look at me like I wasn’t a joke.But I stayed still.Like my mother taught me, steel doesn’t bend in front of men like this.It breaks them."And here I thought the business world was full of visionaries," I said, voice dripping sweet, venomous silk. "Didn’t realise condescension was the new innovation."His smirk didn’t falter. Of course it didn’t. Men like him had built entire empires on hearing no and ignoring it.Yet, he kept hammering on words I knew nothing

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   59

    LOGAN"Mr. Black?" he inquired, his voice muffled but clear."Yes. How is he?" I asked, the words catching slightly in my throat."The surgery was successful in stabilizing him, but he's not out of the woods yet. The next 24 hours are critical."I nodded, absorbing the information. "Can I see him?""Only for a moment. He's in recovery."Following the doctor down the sterile corridor, the beeping of monitors grew louder, each sound a testament to the fragility of life.I stood outside his room, running a hand through my hair, more out of habit than nerves. I wasn’t nervous. No. I didn’t do nervous. I did detached. I did composed. I did sarcastic indifference because it fit better than whatever emotion was currently clawing at my ribcage.The nurse had given me the green light after fussing about procedures, sanitizing and slipping into a ridiculous disposable gown, the whole nine yards. If I’d known visiting my estranged father would involve this much protocol, I’d have brought champa

  • My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player   58

    LOGANThe evening had been unfolding smoothly, as I lounged in my study, a glass of aged bourbon warming my hand. The scent of leather-bound books mixed with the faint smokiness of the drink, creating an ambiance of solitude I had come to appreciate. The distant murmur of the household staff preparing for the night's event barely registered as I allowed myself a rare moment of relaxation.The shrill ring of my cell phone shattered the tranquility, its abruptness sending a jolt through me. I set the glass down on the mahogany desk, the clink echoing in the stillness, and reached for the device.The screen displayed an unfamiliar number. A prank call, perhaps? Or another misguided attempt from the media to dig into my personal affairs? With a resigned sigh, I accepted the call, bringing the phone to my ear."Logan Black speaking," I announced, my tone edged with impatience."Mr. Black, this is paramedic James Thornton from Mercy General Hospital. Do you know a Mr. Tarantino Black?"Th

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